Would You?

All previous disclaimers apply.

Author's Note: I've read so many stories where Puck's mom is a monster. We've only had one glimpse of her, so this is how I hope she'd actually be.


Take it slow. The three words became Puck's mantra through out the very long day. He felt that he had managed admirably. He was pleased that his efforts were just enough to throw Kurt off balance a little, but not enough to alert anyone else to anything, not even Mercedes, though she was rarely far from Kurt's side. As they had passed each other in the hallway between classes he'd winked and smiled at the smaller boy, smile turning into a smirk when Kurt stumbled over his own feet in surprise. Kurt was leaving the lunch room just as he walked in and he allowed their fingers to brush subtly. Kurt hadn't really reacted to that one, but he'd responded in kind in the hallway later, allowing the back of his hand to brush Puck's thigh as they passed each other. Puck had grinned until Glee practice started. In practice itself it had been hard to keep his eyes off of Kurt. He was never more alive that when he was dancing. But, he had managed. He was satisfied with how the day had gone as he walked back to the choir room to retrieve his forgotten guitar. When he walked into the room he was surprised to see Kurt waiting there, Puck's guitar at his feet.

"What do you think you're doing?" Kurt demanded sharply. Puck had to fight back a grin at the bitchy tone. It was the first time he'd heard Kurt's voice, really heard him, since the accident. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. But, what the hell was Kurt so angry about? He took a moment to look the smaller boy over at his leisure, needing to though not willing to admit it. He looked hot, Puck could admit to himself as his mouth went dry. All perfect clothes and hair, standing there with a hand on a cocked hip and a pissed off expression on his face.

"I…uh…" Puck raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to proceed, cursing his lack of articulacy.

"You've been driving me insane all day thinking about what that wink and those little touches were supposed to mean!" Kurt elaborated, "You're not supposed to do that unless we have an evening together and it's some strange form of foreplay. Noah, we have standing days. Tuesdays and Fridays. Now, I understand that as a teenage boy your needs often change. But, if you feel the need for something in between those days you need to tell me. I can't read your mind," Kurt's nose wrinkled in distaste, "Ugh. I wouldn't even want to try."

Puck burst into laughter at that, happy when Kurt began to smile tentatively, "Fuck, Hummel, the mouth on you."

In more ways that one, Puck thought. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off of the perfectly formed mouth and the sharp words had turned him on. He stopped laughing suddenly when Kurt fixed him with what was supposed to be, he thought, a steady, arrogant gaze. But, his eyes ruined it. His eyes were hungry and disdainful at the same time. With a growl Puck crossed the room in two quick strides and backed Kurt into the wall in two more. Kurt looked up at him with wide, confused eyes for a moment and Puck realized that he hadn't kissed Kurt, really kissed him, since the first day they'd had sex in the locker room. There had never been a need for kisses. Kissing was too intimate. But, he wanted to do it now more than ever, so he didn't stop himself. At first, when he leaned his head down Kurt didn't seem to understand what he was after. He remained stiff and unyielding against the wall, his expression confused. With a growl, Puck grabbed the smaller boy's hands and put them around his neck. He leaned in close and caught the little gasp of Kurt's breath just as he fit their mouths together. At first Kurt remained stiff, surprised. But, it only took a moment more, a gentling of his mouth over Kurt's, and Puck moving his leg slightly so that it rested in between Kurt's thighs to have him relaxing, wrapping his arms more firmly around Puck's neck, and returning the kiss with fervor. He opened automatically, sweetly, when Puck coaxed his lips gently with a probing tongue and did a sort of sucking thing when he slipped his tongue into that sweet mouth that made Puck's knees weaken slightly and had him wondering just who was seducing who.

After a brief moment for breath, they both dived right back in, hotter, more desperate than before. Kurt made a sexy little sound of surprise from the back of his throat when Puck lifted his knee gently and put a little bit of pressure on his now very obvious arousal. It only took a couple more gentle nudges to have Kurt angling his hips rhythmically against his knee, making those sexy little sounds from the back of his throat even as they kissed. Puck traced his lips from Kurt's mouth up his cheek to his temple before mouthing his ear gently and nipping at the lobe. Kurt's sounds were more obvious and more desperate now that his mouth was free. One of his hands was in Puck's hair, the other wrapped around his shoulders, his hand gripping onto Puck's jacket like a lifeline. God, it was hot. Puck leaned in closer, pressed harder against Kurt's body, relishing the half scream that came from Kurt's mouth. He lowered his knee and pressed his pelvis against Kurt's so that their arousals brushed. Kurt's slacks and Puck's jeans were between them, but Puck could still feel the heat. He lost all coherent thought and began to grind in earnest, watching Kurt's face. His mouth was slightly open. He panted in between crying out in pleasure. But, his brow was furrowed and Puck knew that meant he couldn't quite reach that final pleasure. He wasn't ready to let it all go and Puck needed to see it. Suddenly he needed to know that he could bring Kurt that pleasure. Puck brought his hands down to grip Kurt's ass and dragged him up, helping him hitch his legs around his waist. Kurt cried out again and ground against him desperately.

"Come on," Puck whispered hoarsely, just at the shell of Kurt's ear. He ached to add an endearment to it, but knew that it would put Kurt on edge. Take it slow, he reminded himself, take it slow. "Let it go, Hummel. Just give it up."

And finally, finally, Kurt pulled back slightly, arching his back, and crying out sharply. Puck reveled in the sound and buried his face in Kurt's neck, sucking a blush to the surface as Kurt twitched in his arms with the intensity of his climax. He pulled back and smiled against Kurt's hair. He wanted to drop a kiss to it, but recognized that it would be too much too soon. So, instead he just held Kurt close and breathed in his sweet scent as Kurt finally went limp, his forehead dropping to Puck's shoulder and he panted as he came down from his climax.

"That was fast, Hummel," He laughed when he was sure that Kurt was coherent enough to understand. That sounded like something he'd say, didn't it? He lowered Kurt slowly to the floor and kept his hands on Kurt's waist only long enough to assure himself that the boy was steady on his feet. Then, he pulled back, crossed his arms, and smirked. Kurt looked thoroughly debauched. It was a good look, Puck decided.

"You've had me half hard all day," Kurt looked up at him and glared, "I suppose you want me to…" He gestured to the bulge in Puck's jeans.

"Naw, I'm good. That was just for you, Hummel. You can make it up to me tomorrow."

He placed one last quick, chaste kiss on Kurt's lips before ruffling his hair with a smile. The shocked, unsure, and cautiously pleased look on Kurt's face as he crossed back to the other side of the room and picked up his guitar was enough to have Puck smiling as he walked through the nearly empty school and got in his car. Maybe he wasn't going as slow as he should, but he had the feeling he was more than on the right track.

The confidence he had felt all day was nearly gone as he sat at the kitchen table later, pretending to do homework he cared nothing about and trying not to let his nervousness show through. He had started dinner, a casserole that was the only thing he knew how to make. It was in the oven. Miri had finished her homework and was watching some show or other in the living room that he was sure would make him throw up a little in his mouth if he even attempted to watch it with her. So, he tried to concentrate on his chemistry and tried not to jiggle his leg or tap his pencil nervously. That would be a dead give away. It was already going to be hard enough to tell his mother what he had to tell her without her picking up on it before he'd had the time to work up to it.

He shouldn't have even tried to hide it. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, her scrubs wrinkled and her shoes untied, she looked at what was going on and froze, "What's wrong?"

"Why should…" His voice came out too high and he cleared his throat before trying again, "Why does anything have to be wrong?"

"Noah," She half laughed, "You're my son and I love you, but thoughtful and studious are two traits you're not. At least not often. Starting dinner? Doing your homework before I yell at you five hundred times? Something's up. So…" She sat opposite him at the table, "Spill."

He looked down and realized that his knuckles were white where he was gripping the table. He forced himself to let go and winced when the blood went rushing back into his fingers.

"Noah," His mother reached over the small table and took one of his hands in her own, "What is it? Baby, just tell me. I promise you that nothing you say could ever make me love you any less."

"This might," Noah looked down again. He didn't want to see when his mother's eyes changed from love to disgust, but he figured it was like a band-aid. Rip it off fast and just get it over with, "Ma, I'm never going to bring home a nice Jewish girl."

"Okay," She sounded relieved that it wasn't something worse. The last thing he wanted to do was break her heart, "Noah, how could I hate you for that? You're in love?"

He nodded, but kept his eyes down, "Think so. If it's not love, it's the closest I've ever been."

"Then, I'm happy for you," Her voice was so honest, "I'd be happier if she was Jewish, but if you're in love, baby, who am I to keep you from her? I know how I get sometimes, but religion isn't everything. Besides, she could always convert. You should bring her by for dinner. I'm sure she's lovely. What's her name?"

"Ma…" His throat closed around the word, "Kurt. His name is Kurt."

"Kurt? What kind of name is that for…Oh. His name? Noah?" Her voice was so quiet. When he looked up and saw how white her face was, felt how slack her hand had gone on his, tears that he would never let fall filled his eyes.

He forced the next words, "Ma, I'm gay. Or at least bisexual. Kurt has a theory that I've been overcompensating with girls and women, but I don't know…I couldn't help it. I fell for him. He's so good and…beautiful. And he loves me. Sometimes he looks at me like…" He cut himself off and couldn't even feel shame when his voice came out pleading, "Ma? Ma, please say something. Tell me I disgust you. Kick me out. Just please say something. I'm so fucking sorry if I disappointed you."

"Language, Noah," Rebeka said quietly, "Just…be quiet for a moment. I need a moment, okay?"

"Okay," he whispered and went to the stove. He pulled out the casserole and set it on the counter before gripping the counter's edge and leaning against it. Why was this so hard? He loved his mother and he'd never had any doubts that she loved him as well. Perhaps that was why. There had only been a handful of people who had loved him, who he had let love him, since his father had cut out so many years ago. He had no idea what he'd do if she kicked him out, but it made him lose his breath to think about what it would mean if she didn't, couldn't, love him anymore. His vision grayed and he realized he was hyperventilating but couldn't do anything to stop it. He swayed, nearly fell, and suddenly his mother was beside him, helping him to sit against the counter. She pushed his head between his knees and set a hand to his back.

"Baby, breathe deep," She ordered in a calm, concerned voice, "Deep, slow breaths. That's good. That's right."

When he was finally able to breathe again he looked up and pulled her into a hug before she could leave. Rebeka held onto him tightly. So big and strong and still just her boy, her little boy. Scared and worried that she wouldn't love him anymore. She could feel his breath hot on her neck and felt the force of his trembling in an effort not to cry. Still her boy, she reminded herself as she held him. Still the same boy she had raised, the same boy he had been five minutes before. She pulled back and looked at his eyes, so hopeful, so scared. She didn't understand how any mother's love could change for her child no matter what she was told. She felt the tears slip from her eyes for the both of them.

"Baby, this is going to be hard for me," She admitted as she cupped his face in her hands, "I'm not going to be able to take it all in at once and I can't claim that I want to meet Kurt right away, but…You're my baby no matter what and I love you. I'm always going to love you. I'm not going to kick you out and you will never, ever disappoint me by being yourself and following your heart. Got that?"

He nodded, unable to say a word at all, knowing that what she was telling him now was beyond his wildest dreams. He attempted a smile. She pinched his cheek a little.

"Good. I'm going to need a few days to process. Can we talk about this again when Miri and I get home?"

He nodded again and knew that now was the time for words that he hadn't been able to speak for years, not even to her and Miri, "I love you, Ma."

Rebeka closed her eyes and smiled. She knew her children and she knew that Noah had had deep intimacy issues all his life. They probably stemmed from his father leaving and her issues after said event. By the time she had gotten herself together she hadn't been able to reach him anymore. Kurt might have something when he claimed that Noah had been overcompensating. She'd always known about the women and the girls, but what was she supposed to do? She'd known that if she pushed too hard, tried to get him to stop, she'd lose him. But now…He'd said he loved her for the first time in years. If he loved Kurt too than maybe his years of confusing sex with intimacy were over as well. She could hope. Maybe her son being gay was the best thing that could have happened to her family. Just maybe…

"I love you, too, Noah. Now, let's eat. Are you actually going to do your homework tonight?"

He stood, helped her up and simply grinned. She rolled her eyes.

"Didn't think so. Get the plates down."

He made a lazy salute at her, "Yes, drill sergeant."

She couldn't help but smile, "Smartass."